Within the Seventh Legion’s preparation area.
Chen Xuan watched the replay on the holographic screen, and a sincere look of admiration flashed through his eyes.
“Impressive.”
Chen Xuan nodded, making no attempt to hold back his praise.
“Six thousand years old, with thirty thousand drops of Origin Blood, and already an entry-level mastery of a Black Hole-grade technique.”
“That level of talent certainly makes him worthy of being called the second-ranked member of Great Chu Starfield’s younger generation.”
He turned to look at Su Yu, who sat calmly in the corner.
“Did you see that?”
“That is the strength of a top prodigy in the starry sky.”
“The law level of a Black Hole-grade technique is enough to erase the enormous gap created by tens of thousands of drops of Origin Blood.”
Chen Xuan spoke with deep emotion, like an elder instructing a junior.
“With Lin Yuan’s current combat power, so long as he doesn’t run into the Ninth Prince…”
“He definitely has a chance of taking second place!”
“Even if he does encounter the Ninth Prince, he’ll still be able to put up a fight!”
Beside him, Lu Xinghe nodded in agreement.
“Indeed.”
“Black Hole-grade techniques are simply too authoritative.”
“That law characteristic of devouring everything is something ordinary Stellar-grade techniques have no way to withstand.”
Su Yu sat on his meditation cushion.
Hearing their instruction, he nodded slightly.
“Thirty thousand drops of Origin Blood, with a twelve-hundred-fold amplification. That’s equivalent to a basic combat power of thirty-six million drops.”
“He really is formidable.”
“If I only use the one thousand drops of Origin Blood I’ve revealed publicly…”
“Even with a 9,999-fold amplification, that would only amount to the combat power of ten million drops. On paper, I really wouldn’t be able to beat him.”
“But…”
“Add in my peak Domain Spear Intent, along with the physical strength of a body fused with tens of thousands of drops of Origin Blood…”
“Defeating this Lin Yuan shouldn’t be a problem.”
Su Yu withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes to rest.
The competition advanced rapidly amid one fierce clash after another.
The atmosphere in the Void Arena had been pushed to its absolute peak by Lin Yuan’s instant kill.
Until—
The holographic screen flickered once more.
Two lines of enormous golden characters were reflected in the pupils of everyone present.
[Seventh Legion, Su Yu.]
[VS]
[Heavenwolf Star System, Zhao Family, Zhao Kuang.]
The instant these two lines appeared, the originally boisterous audience fell briefly silent in bewilderment.
Everyone stared intently at the two enormous lines of golden text on the screen.
Not only because of the prefix “Seventh Legion”…
But even more because of the exceptionally eye-catching basic data displayed after that unfamiliar name.
[Seventh Legion, Su Yu]
[Bone Age: 18]
[Cultivation: 1,000 drops of Origin Blood]
[Heavenwolf Star System, Zhao Family, Zhao Kuang]
[Bone Age: 6,101]
[Cultivation: 9,016 drops of Origin Blood]
Silence.
The enormous arena, whose circular stands could accommodate more than ten billion spectators, fell so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Everyone rubbed their eyes.
They thought they had seen it wrong.
A few seconds later—
A wave of noise ten times more violent than before erupted, blasting away the clouds above the arena!
“Eighteen years old?!”
“The system must have glitched!”
“How is that possible?!”
An elder from an ancient family abruptly rose to his feet. He didn’t even notice that he had knocked over the jade table in front of him.
Pointing at the screen, he spoke with a trembling voice.
“You have to understand, this is the Starry Sky Rising Stars Tournament, held only once every century!”
“There’s an age restriction of ten thousand years!”
“Doesn’t everyone wait until they’re over nine thousand years old, building up their foundation to the limit before coming here to compete?”
“Eighteen years old?”
“By the standards of the starry sky human race’s immensely long lifespan, an eighteen-year-old is practically still a fertilized egg!”
Complaints, doubts, and cries of astonishment rose and fell one after another.
Countless gazes swept back and forth between the two sets of data on the screen.
The comparison was brutally clear.
“Do the math!”
Someone swallowed hard and shouted in a hoarse voice.
“That Zhao Kuang is a prodigy from the Heavenwolf Star System—six thousand years old, with nine thousand drops of Origin Blood!”
“On average, he only gained one and a half drops of Origin Blood per year!”
“In an ordinary star system, that’s already considered quite impressive talent!”
“But now look at that Su Yu!”
The man’s voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of madness.
“Eighteen years old!”
“One thousand drops of Origin Blood!”
“That means he gained more than fifty drops a year!”
“And he’s only eighteen! If he were allowed to cultivate until he was ten thousand years old, how much Origin Blood would he have?”
“Five hundred thousand drops? A million drops? Or perhaps… he’d step directly into the Black Hole level?!”
Boom!
That simple calculation instantly made the scalps of everyone in the audience tingle.
More than fifty drops a year!
This was no longer a matter of being a genius.
This was an unparalleled freak who had shattered the laws and common sense of the universe!
“An unparalleled genius…”
“Where did this unparalleled genius come from?!”
In the imperial family’s exclusive VIP viewing section—
High above the clouds—
The Ninth Prince, Chu Wudao, had originally been reclining on a meteorite throne with his eyes closed, resting.
Although Lin Yuan’s instant kill had made him somewhat wary, it was still not enough to shake his certainty that he would claim the throne of first place.
However—
The tsunami-like cries of astonishment from below interrupted his thoughts.
Chu Wudao frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze fell upon the holographic screen suspended in midair.
The next instant, an unmistakable look of astonishment flashed through his normally placid eyes.
“Eighteen years old?”
“One thousand drops of Origin Blood?”
Chu Wudao sat up straight.
He stared at the data on the screen, his brows drawing tighter and tighter.
One hundred and fifty thousand drops of Origin Blood flowed slowly through his body, granting him absolute confidence. Yet at this moment, that confidence was lightly pricked by an emotion known as jealousy.
He, Chu Wudao, was the most dazzling Divine Son of the Great Chu Imperial Family.
He had spent nearly ten thousand years and exhausted the imperial family’s finest resources to build up his current foundation of one hundred and fifty thousand drops of Origin Blood.
On average, he had only gained a dozen or so drops per year.
But this unknown individual named Su Yu—
More than fifty drops a year?!
Chu Wudao drew a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart.
He pondered for a moment.
In the end, he had no choice but to admit:
“This person’s talent…”
“Surpasses mine.”
Proud as he was, when faced with such terrifying data that defied all common sense, he could only lower his haughty head.
In terms of cultivation speed and innate potential, he was indeed inferior to this eighteen-year-old youth.
But when it came to combat power, that was another matter entirely.
Chu Wudao was confident that his combat power was enough to dominate this entire generation!
Su Yu’s talent was indeed astonishing, but unfortunately, he had nearly ten thousand fewer years of cultivation. There was absolutely no way he could be his opponent.
Beside the throne sat the Emperor of Great Chu, Chu Tianjiao.
This peak Domain Lord-level existence, who possessed nine billion drops of Origin Blood, did not shout in astonishment like everyone else.
He sat there calmly, but his deep eyes gleamed with an unusually sharp light.
His gaze reached much farther than theirs.
“The Seventh Legion?”
Chu Tianjiao muttered to himself.
“Where did that old fellow Chen Xuan dig up such a monster?”
“Whose genius is he? How is it that even the intelligence network of my Great Chu Imperial Family knows nothing about him?”
Chu Tianjiao’s brows drew together slightly.
As the emperor who ruled over a vast starfield, he disliked variables that escaped his control.
Moreover—
Eighteen years old, with one thousand drops of Origin Blood.
Was this for real??
Although the bone-age detection system used in the Starry Sky Rising Star Competition was reputed to be absolutely accurate, it was not without flaws.
Certain ancient secret arts, as well as top-tier concealment formations, could indeed falsify one’s bone age.
“I’d like to see for myself whether it’s real or not.”
Chu Tianjiao narrowed his eyes.
Bzzz—
A vast yet incredibly well-concealed surge of Domain Lord–level mental power, as boundless as a sea of stars, crossed the void silently.
It descended directly upon the Seventh Legion’s staging area, completely enveloping the slender young man sitting cross-legged on a meditation mat.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
